hello, sunshine.
----

(thank you for the busride and our avenue,)


...Track dinner was awesome.
We all headed to Vila'ge, (though I was late) and subsequently I got myself a salad plate and Joshua doesn't like his Caesar leaves with lime on them.
I also learnt that in France, people pronounce "crepe" as "creepy". So when you want to order- you just raise your hand, nod to the waiter, and politely request "a platter of grilled chicken creepy; merci."

Okay now for a major picture unload.

And why yes, I am aware that my pictures "don't have colour".
I set them that way.




















Joshua bullying Shu Fang.
Baaad tracker.



...The mugger cow!
And yes. The resemblance is disturbing.











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...Today we had the first rehearsal for IP Induction.

I'm still a leetle sore over the fact that there aren't any AC guys in our junior class.
Not that I've anything against AC guys. I'm just saying that the littler ones're fun to tease.

Aaand of course, our juniors're unfortunate enough to end up with us four-- Qiu, myself, Trace, and Ren Jean-- arguably the oddest out of the 04 bunch, aka:
1. the little tracker with the whiny voice.
2. the weirdo with the hair that eats her face.
3. the future first woman prez.
4. the swimmer seniorphile/paedophile/both.

But whatever.
We might be weird-- but we're still rad that way.


...The four verrry UN-OGLy OGLs.



Ren Jean: under the impression that if she can't see us, then we can't see her.



We had t'test out the Bucket Game to see if it was okay for our juniors.
So 07IP05 bravely stepped forward to be the first guinea pigs-- basically, supporting a bucket of water for five minutes. Kinda like Mr Sham's ab workout, only noisier.
(so much for suffering in silence. Very noisy, that bunch. Most unmartyr-like behaviour.)



Ting: *squeal*
Cara: *points* ...Y'know, there's still time to back out of this. The canteen's right theeeeere...



QL: is slacking.
Now we know.



Ren Jean: is in pain.



QL: is still slacking but pretending to be in pain too.



QL: *has arms behind head.* *is still slacking.*
Ren Jean: *complains*
Trace: *suffers*
Cara: (to quote Trace) "...sidecrunch!" *perpetually exercising*



...L'Oreal.
Because Emily's worth it.


OGLs in pain.



OGLs surrendering.


...The Random Bodypart Game!
Maxy and I drew "butt-to-waist"; so we had t'get the ball from one end of the linkway to the other.
Yes I know- awwww. Don't we look cuddly.






MaxCara: Faster than the speed of light.



... I am an ardent devotee of life.

...And to be perfectly honest; even though life can be a total bummer at times, and God knows how sometimes I wish it would just shush and go away already--

life is.

It just is,
and it's
wild and beautiful and it careens on its rapidly tilting axis,
hot coffee in a quiet cafe on a gold-lit road on a Saturday morning,
making wishes at 11.11 and believing that yeah, they'll come true,
dancing in your garden at midnight and not caring what the neighbours think,
waking up on Monday morning and finding something to look forward to,
looking up into the sky by night and realizing how infinite we are meant to be,

life is
reading poetry in the garden, on a cold night,
looking up and seeing a perfect full moon,
seeing your smile,
covering your eyes with my fingers and still seeing that big ol', wonderful ol' grin of yours spread across your face,
walking in the rain with Debussy and Enya and Frank Sinatra,
laughing with you all, so hard that it hurts,
smiling at strangers,
hearing your special song on the radio,
tossing your busfare into the wishing well because you'd rather have a wish-come-true than a busride,
tangled hair and flushed faces and the laughter of we, the generation in between.


life is

yours to live.